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Ireally thought West would cave first.

I really thought I would be okay with this. When the evening started, I believed with every fiber of my being that this could be exactly what it seemed to be on the surface. Hot sex. Nothing else.

This is hot sex, yes. But not because it’s anonymous. Not because of the mirrors. Not because of the wardrobe of perversion and its assortment of sex toys.

This is hot because of her. Because it’s Mel. And because, somewhere along the way, in the last year, I’ve developed feelings for Amelia Ortega.

When she moans, a jolt runs through me.

When she whimpers, the sound pierces my heart.

And when she gasps, I want to crush my lips into hers.

I want to hear her scream my name.

I want to look into her eyes when she comes. I want to see her expression when I slide into her hot, tight pussy.

No more masks. I take mine off. I stare at her, willing her to see the depth of my feelings. “I thought I could do this, but I can’t. Tell us what’s going on, Mel.”


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